Sunday 9-4-16

"Whoever comes to me and does not hate father and mother, wife and children, brothers and sisters, yes, and even life itself, cannot be my disciple…” What the heck is Jesus talking about here? I will tell you that I don’t know. Not at all, at least not in my first glance of this reading. And so I read it and read it and I shared it with at least 4 different friends during the week and at least 5 different sets of hikers got to get in on the conversation, mostly at the dinner table when we were sharing a meal.

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Sunday 8-28-16

My experience of hospitality and welcome recently, I have had the most wonderful opportunity to open my home, and our church home, to hikers this, my first summer here in the Upper Valley. I had the privilege of having many, many hikers come and stay in my home. We had just three folks on Friday night, $10 Dollar Chocolate from Colorado, Jordan from North Carolina and Arielle from Texas. Our guests “zeroed,” which means that they came and stayed Friday night, and didn’t hike at all on Saturday and stayed Saturday night too.

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Sunday 8-21-16

How can I as family, or how can we as church, love them well enough, model God’s love, Jesus’ love for these children of God? That is our greatest calling as Christians, to love God and to love one another… One of my favorite stories is actually a song. Well most of my very favorite stories are songs. This song one of a life lived with a very simple way of living with God’s love at its center.

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Living into the Promise (…of home)

I am so grateful to be home. I cannot express the amazing joy I feel deep inside to be home and to call this place of such beauty and gift, home. For me, part of that ‘knowledge, a feeling, an assurance that even in the midst of that pain or doubt or suffering, God is good’ is in being so privileged as to live in a place that calls to many, many, people from all around the country and even the world to come and explore, walk through or journey through.

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Sermon by The Rev. Karen S. Sheldon

I'm referring to the fact that we are born into a world of infinite dimensions, only three of which we are able to see clearly. A fourth we can recognize only in sequence as we observe living things growing and declining through time.  Yet we are constantly bombarded with intuitions of higher truths that can't be proven, and often seem counter to our own self-interest.  It's as though we are born blindfolded and spun around a few times, and then turned loose to grope for some kind of handhold on ultimate Reality.

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The Man Who Wanted to Live

We think that this morning’s gospel reading is about a good Samaritan, a despised figure in ancient Israelite culture, and about a stretching of the word “neighbor” to include anyone encountered in need.  And, of course, it is that, though not merely that, nor even mainly that, if for no other reason than that the Samaritan, who serves as an example of what it means to be a neighbor, is a fictional character, just as the robbers, the beaten up man, the priest and the Levite are all fictional characters created by Jesus to help a lawyer learn what it means to live a human life under God.

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